Chapter 25 #2
She sorted through the whispering voices, sending out wishes of fulfillment in a steady stream, careful not to expend too much of her magic. Her eyes fluttered open as radiant stars streaked across the moonlit sky. The bedlam of her mind calmed, quieted to a symphonic murmur.
“I thought you were beautiful before.” Kjeld’s rough voice scraped past her cheek. “But that was nothing compared to how you look now.”
“Oh?” she asked, teasing. “And how is that?”
“Wondrous.” His fingers skimmed below her navel, searching, seeking. “Ethereal.” They dipped lower, to the apex of her thighs. “Transcendent.”
He rubbed her clit in agonizingly slow circles, and she fell back into him. Heat bloomed, spreading like a wildfire, burning. She arched, grinding against his hand. Tingles of awareness sent her spiraling so her nipples hardened, her stomach tightened, and her core ached for him.
“Kjeld,” she whimpered, tossing one arm overhead and grabbing the back of his neck to hold him close.
With her free hand, she reached for his shaft and tried to pump him. She wanted to keep up, to work him the way he was working her, but stars, he was too distracting. Her thoughts blurred as he stroked her, lost to the shocks of pleasure bursting between her thighs.
“Tell me what you want, Starweaver,” he taunted, shoving two fingers into her.
“You.” Her head rolled back against his shoulder.
“Mm. I think you can be more specific than that.”
“I want…” She sucked in a breath and tried again. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
“So wonderfully needy.”
Kjeld’s hot tongue scalded the side of her neck, and she was instantly flooded with memories of the way he so expertly tasted her before.
He gripped the underside of her thighs, lifting her slightly, then guided his tip to her entrance.
She tensed at once, gulping in breaths of sweetened air, preparing for the moment he pushed into her.
“Relax, Caelian.” His hands roved over her, soothing her, before settling on her hips. “Slide onto me, nice and slow.”
She bobbed her head, fingers twisting into his braids, nails digging into his shoulder.
It was just like the first time, but better somehow.
Not necessarily easier, because each inch of his impressive length seemed to stretch her wider, yet she was wild with anticipation.
Lower she sank, letting him fill her, his thickness pushing against her walls, making himself fit.
She clenched around him, and a guttural sound tore from his chest.
“You’re almost there.”
“Am I…” Caelian rolled her hips back. “Am I close?”
“Halfway.”
She bit her lip until she swore it would bleed. Only halfway?
“Let me help.”
Kjeld widened his legs, drawing his knees up slightly.
Then he raised her hips, lifting her before guiding her back down his shaft.
He repeated the motion over and over, and each time she took him a little deeper.
Until finally, blissfully, he was buried inside her and Caelian was falling like one of her stars, ready to burst into oblivion.
“Keep going,” he urged, giving her hips a gentle squeeze. “Ride me, Starweaver. Set the pace.”
At first, it seemed like it was working, but the angle continued to change, and she was too busy concentrating on moving to enjoy the moment with him. Climbing off him completely, she cast him a cautious look over her shoulder. “It’s not the same.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He gave her thigh a gentle pat. “Get on your hands and knees, just like how you crawled to me before.”
A startling thrill punched her gut, and she lurched off his lap. She scrambled into position, glancing behind her to see Kjeld rising onto his knees, a knowing smirk plastered to his ridiculously handsome face.
Dropping her head, Caelian threaded her fingers through the woven bed of grass as he palmed her bottom. Heat seared her flesh wherever he touched. Splaying one hand on the small of her back, his other slid between her spread legs, rubbing gently.
“Look at my beautiful wife.” He shoved two fingers inside her, then added a third, and Caelian’s mouth fell open in a soundless moan. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”
“Then perhaps you should show me,” she replied tartly.
Kjeld clicked his tongue, withdrawing his fingers. “Be careful what you wish for, Caelian.”
“Is that a threat, dear husband?” she snapped, urging her bottom higher into the air.
“It’s a promise,” he countered roughly.
“Well then, let us see if you’re any good at keeping your word.”
Without warning, he took hold of her hips, plucking her knees off the ground.
Caelian’s wrists gave out and she collapsed onto her forearms, sucking in a harsh breath as he impaled her from behind.
A strangled cry escaped her, and his incredible length shoved into her fully, pushing past her slick walls into the most sensitive part of her core.
There was no gentle easing this time, no slow and steady acclimation.
Just every pulsing inch of him buried deep.
She convulsed around him, clenching tightly, her body desperately trying to accommodate his size.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” He enunciated each word with a grunt and a deliberate pump, surging into her with mind-numbing intensity.
With her knees dangling above the ground, Caelian screamed his name into the earth.
Her nerves fired with energy, crackling and sizzling, all of it pooling where he continued to thrust. She fumbled to grasp the blades of grass beneath her, to maintain some semblance of composure, but she could barely remember to breathe.
Each time he pulled out, she whimpered, each time he shoved back in, she moaned.
The sounds coming out of her mouth were incoherent, her mind overwhelmed by the desire channeling through her system.
Stars danced in front of her eyes, and when Kjeld lifted her higher, deepening the angle, she wanted to implode.
“There is nothing I enjoy more than watching my cock sink into your pretty cunt.” Increasing his pace, he continued to spear her, the rhythm he set damn near punishing. “Tell me how it feels, Starweaver.”
“It feels…”
The truth was on the tip of her tongue, and she let it flow like starberry wine.
“It feels like I can’t get enough. Like I never want you to stop.” Caelian knew it was impossible, but she could’ve sworn his shaft swelled at her praise. She constricted around him, clamping and squeezing. “And I want more. So much more.”
Caelian never thought she would be the sort of lady to use any kind of dirty talk, but surrounded by the enchantment of the Myrkwild, her wildest fantasies tumbled freely.
“I want you, like this, any time. Any place. And when we get home, wherever home may be, I want you to take me on every surface. Against a wall. In a faerie pool. The gardens. The library. Even…”
She gasped as his pumps turned more erratic, and she knew he was getting close, because she herself was being driven to a dangerous edge.
“Even in public.” A flush flared in her cheeks, spreading through her bosom until her nipples peaked and ached, but she didn’t care.
Because these were her wants, her desires, her dreams. And she delighted in the fact that Kjeld would make all of them come true.
“Because I want everyone to know I belong to you.”
“Consider it done.”
They collided in a cataclysmic burst of ecstasy.
He spasmed, emptying himself inside her as her head snapped back, and shockwaves of pleasure ripped into her.
Riding the devastating high, she gazed up at the starlit sky, and a sense of peace settled over her, soothing her soul.
For the first time since she could remember, Caelain felt whole.
She felt safe.
She felt loved.
Kjeld buttoned his pants and yanked on his vest. He helped her dress next, pulling up her skirts and tugging her blouse over her head.
But he didn’t bother with her corset. Instead he tucked it into his back pocket then fixed her unruly mane of hair.
Yet the most intimate thing he did, the simple gesture that sent her heart fluttering all over again, was when he adjusted the flower crown atop her head.
“There.” He kissed her softly on the cheek, and she stifled a yawn. “Come along, sweet wife, it’s time I take you to bed.”
Caelian didn’t protest when he scooped her into his arms, and though she tried to stay awake on the trek back to the Eldergrove, the beating of Kjeld’s heart was a lullaby that rocked her to sleep.